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Jun 2015
How you look in candlelight.
How you feel
In my arms at night.
When I see you breathing in your sleep
You mean the world to me.
There’s no pleasure like your touch
My hand misses yours so much.
Tell me that
You’re coming back
We can’t leave it... Like that
Just don’t leave it... Like that.
Declan Mills
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Declan Mills  Dublin
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